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Hi I'm Sage

I love the smell of rain. I'm a bookworm. I'm a Mormon.

About Me

I grew up all over the world - my Daddy served in the air force for twenty-two years. I've lived in New Mexico, Japan, North Carolina, and Utah. I love to read and write, and I am also a performer... theater, mostly. I love to sing, and I also kind of like to dance (I do that when no one's watching). I was diagnosed with scoliosis when I was thirteen years old and I wore a back brace throughout junior high. I had back surgery the summer after ninth grade, and have spent the past five years learning how to push past my own limitations. I have never had a lead in a musical, but just wait. One day I'll be on Broadway. I just finished my first year of college and I still don't know if I want to try and be an English major. I would love to be able to support myself doing what I love (writing) but for now I'm putting my college education on hold to serve the Lord (and the people of Washington) for eighteen months.

Why I am a Mormon

Mormons aren't perfect. Jr. high school is where my testimony was tested - and I almost let it fail. I was trying really hard to follow the "rules," but I felt like God was punishing me despite it all. I had scoliosis... I had to wear a back brace to school! It was so unfair (I was definitely a teenager). I got teased, pushed around, and even my own family seemed to turn on me. It was one of the darkest times of my life, but only because I had turned on God and blamed him for my problems. I even began to believe that if God really loved me, he would make my back straight. He didn't, and so I decided the church wasn't true. It wasn't until after my back surgery when I finally decided to not only read the Book of Mormon, but SEARCH it with the desire to know if God was really there and if He really did care. It didn't come immediately. It wasn't some amazing flash of light that suddenly made everything clear. It was a slow confirmation; very slow. I read through the Book of Mormon twice, each time I searched for proof. I drew in tiny red hearts next to every passage that proved God's love, but even pages full of hearts wouldn't convince me entirely. It took two years, but it came. My answer? One night, after two long years of searching and searching to know if I was loved, and after going through a particularly difficult day in high school (boys...), I said probably one of the shortest (and strangest) prayers of my life: "Can I have a hug?" Instantly, my whole body relaxed and I felt the warmest arms wrap around my heart and squeeze, very gently. It was like a real hug, except it came from the inside and has lasted three years. My Book of Mormon is full of hearts, and my Heavenly Father gave me a hug. Hearts and hugs may not seem like strong enough reasons to be a Mormon, but for me, love really was all I needed. He has given us a way to live with Him again, and that gives me hope. Everything else just seems to fall into place. Hearts, hugs, and hope: I am a Mormon.

How I live my faith

I am a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. How often is that said? But honestly, that is what I am. I live my faith through service. I'm actually paying more than $7,000 just to have the opporutnity to serve. Missionary work isn't going to be easy, especially for me. I needed to pay off my student loans, and so my parents are paying for my mission. I feel EXTREMELY guilty... but at the same time, I KNOW the Lord will help in whatever way he sees fit. I'm so excited for the chance I have to live my faith through my service. I already love the people of Seattle, and I haven't even left yet! There's a saying that a missionary leaves her family for eighteen months so that others can be with thier family for eternity. It's true. I love my family so much, and I have been blessed in that I can be with them forever. How can I not share that blessing with others?